Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)
Realizing she had totally misunderstood me, I sat up and pulled her to me, my lips on hers, and my tongue reaching out to taste myself in her mouth.
“You were fucking incredible, and that was fucking incredible, and I definitely want you to do it again. Fuck, if you want to practice five hundred different techniques, I’d be up for that, too. You may end up killing me, but I’d be dying a happy man.”
“So…um…it was okay then?”
“Okay? Fucking incredible, I said, and I meant it.”
Raine’s eyes glimmered, and her smile returned.
“Good, because I kind of liked doing it.”
“Fucking hell, woman.” I ran my hands down her arms and laced our fingers together. I brought our hands up to my mouth and kissed the backs of her knuckles. “We’d better do something domestic before I decide to fuck you again. Now I owe you an extra orgasm later.”
Raine laughed and stood up, pulling on my arms. I pushed myself to my feet and followed her back to the mats near the fire where we sat side by side, picking at the left over bits of seafood sitting out on one of the shells. I ran my hand up and down her bare thigh, just watching the way my fingers looked against her skin and finally relaxing again. I even yawned though the sun was barely setting.
“Did I maybe wear you out for once?” Raine asked with a giggle.
“I have enough energy to fuck you again, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”
I received a full-blown laugh for that one.
“Bastian! Why do you insist on calling it that?”
“Because that’s what it’s called,” I goaded. It drove her nuts when I said it, which is why I kept saying it. She’d get all mad about me being flippant or just downright obnoxious in my choice of words, but it was so worth it to watch her get all riled up over it. Maybe that was fucked up; I didn’t know, but it sure as hell was funny.
“There are a lot of names for it that aren’t nearly as…vulgar.”
“Vulgar?” I mocked surprise, placing my hand over my chest. “You’re implying my speech might include vulgarities? You fucking take that shit back right now!”
She rolled her eyes, and I chuckled.
“Lindsay swears all the time,” Raine said. “She always did; even when we were in junior high school, she had a potty mouth.”
“Potty mouth?” It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Yes, potty mouth,” Raine responded. “She used to end up in detention all the time for her language.”
“I’m surprised you hung out with her,” I said. “I think you swear less than anyone I have ever met.”
“I’m trying to compensate for you,” she smirked.
“There is nothing about me that needs compensation.” I took her hand and pulled it into my lap, then placed it on top of my cock.
“Don’t you ever get worn out?” Raine cried, pulling her hand away. It might have caused me to pout.
“Not when it comes to fucking you, no.”
Another eye roll. I gave her a half smile but stopped pushing because she probably did need a break. We finished up the food a few minutes later while staring at the glowing waves and purple clouds under the setting sun.
“I’m never going to believe it, you know,” I said.
“Believe what?”
“That I’m worthy of you,” I clarified. “No matter what you say or what you do, I just don’t see that happening.”
“Bastian…at some point…”
“Hold on,” I said, quietly. For once I didn’t yell at her, though I kind of wanted to yell. I took a deep breath because I had been thinking about this for a while, and about a thousand different possibilities went through my mind while I did. They all sucked, so I was going with the one that sucked the least. “I’m never going to believe it, but…Raine…”